Occupation In-Love

I have often seriously wondered if Love is ever possible under Occupation. I mean, just ponder on the word Occupation. 

Take your time, am in no hurry, we have Time on our side...all of it. I am sure you have heard the following expression - He/She is too occupied to love.

 

So tell me, is Love possible when one is so occupied ? Can the heart find that vital vacant, empty space to beat that extra beat? Does an occupation occupy the Heart too?

 

I personally feel very occupied. Invaded and occupied. Whatever passion I had has turned into a refined hateful anger... A well polished one. And oh, so necessary! People think that they insult me when they call me "hateful." They prefer at best, gratitude and at worst indifference, less intimidating, I suppose.

 

But hey, you have your lot of grateful ones playing jesters for you. And another lot of indifferent ones whose worlds revolve around their pockets and belly. You own them. Surely you can't own it all.

 

I am making certain that you will never own my hatred. Hateful - I am, and you are constantly ensuring its legitimacy, transforming it into a Higher Law. An 11th commandment - Thou shall hate your occupier with all your heart. 

Some argue that "hate" is consuming me. Of course it is, and what a beautiful, blissful feeling it gives me. A smooth, velvety, unhampered, raging fire that moves me, unceasingly so...until your presence is no longer.

 

But am no fool, this wonderful gift is to be used wisely -- context and timing. But then I always need to remind myself that Time is on our side. All the time in the world. And Context is our play field. We choose the best time to efficiently "hate" you.

So after all, it may be that " Hate" is nothing but a true Love, under Occupation.

Shawarma

Just got home from a long day of work offfffff and so hungry craving for that foul smelling delicacy of the Middle East so called SHAWARMA. Had to find a taxi and its so hard to commute at this time as everybody is going home. But I got there, nothing can stop me of my only hope tonight and how I long for that tasty and voluptuous shawarma Ohh don’t forget the sauce.

The pride of Road Side Shop… SHAWARMA

I wonder what it tastes or feels like to kiss a man who just ate Shawarma. I mean kiss right away, just after his last bite... no chewing gum, candy whatsoever. It wouldn't really matter if it's the man you really love... It's like kissing your men when he wakes up in the morning (re: her last meal-garlic steak) and he hasn't performed his morning rituals yet... that's the real fresh French kiss... without the fluoride.

When you love someone, you accept him and love him for everything that he is. He might have tons of onions and garlic with him that stings your eyes and make you cry. But you'll take and have him because you'll still love him for whom and what he is and what he might become.

All meat, sizzling, without the cucumber, cut the onions, no garlic sauce, with garlic sauce, more garlic sauce and chilly sauce.

When I Stop Loving You

You are as cold as a waning moon, eclipsed.

A dried frosted petal caught between the canyon's rocks.

You dissolve slowly withering in a void.

You are inertia a lifeless form

When I stop loving you

you are Death itself.

Alone Again

I love and like to be alone, as for me I can do a lot of things for myself just staying home alone. Sometimes we need a space for ourselves to think, console and repent of what we have done to our life. In this we may truly know our self and reflect all what’s happening to us.

Sometimes people wonder and say, how I could stand in this kind of a living. Just to live on with my life and go home to an empty house, a couch, a bed, a TV, a PC, a refrigerator stuck with food that surely I can't consume by myself. They said its an empty house because it is just there and no one to tend to until I came home.

But there is nothing wrong with this, I call it spinsters, bachelors and executives.

So why should I hate being alone? Would life be more fulfilling if it is shared with someone? And less lived if you went through it alone?

I don't know... All I know is that I was happy when I had you... even if it meant being hurled with harsh words, even if it meant holding a cold hand, even sleeping besides and wonder if I am sleeping with the dead body or what…. I was happy knowing that you were around. And that is all that matters.

And so I ask, Is it just the fear of being alone that drives us to be with someone? I guess not. If I can live without you it doesn't mean I have to live without someone else. But that's still not it, because no matter how many someone else I'm going to be with. It's still you that I would go looking for.

I guess it's not always a choice, being alone. Some people chose to be with themselves because they lost that someone they want to be with or perhaps they didn't find anyone.

I'm Leaving You

You are my spot, my voice, my entire, my helplessness, my pitiful cries…

 

And now I'm leaving.

 

All the memories I've left behind, I'm leaving it all to you. This is my last gift for you…

 

My love…

 

Every single moment that I spent with you, Is a treasure for me forever.

 

You have become a part of me and you’ll always have a place in my heart, what I am now is what I suppose to be, what I've become, the things I've learned some of it I owe to you.

 

I want to thank you for your love, and I would forever be grateful for the things we shared. Our love, each little piece of our time together, I'll hold it close to my heart.

 

I wish you well, My Honey!

 

I'm moving on, I'm happy now.

 

And I wish you'll find your happiness too.